Well...after a couple of false starts, here I am, back to blogging.

I cringe at the original post that I wrote to start off this blog. And I keep it there to remind myself that excess isn't always good. As also, inconsequential second posts which shall remain as such...inconsequential :)

I don't want the blog to become a stupid diary or anything...just a place where I can write. And practice writing better with the privilege of commentary and critiquing from those who are kind enough to do so and with my privilege to absolutely ignore them :P

Jokes apart, I shall try to be a regular writer here. Its an experiment, which I'll try to stick to for a reasonable length of time now.

Wooo Hooo...lazybum moves and comes alive...resuscitating this blog...more than 3 years later :)
Hope to write more regularly now.

If you're one of the well intentioned blog-surfers who rather unintentionally landed up here and are beginning to wonder over the title, the description (rather, the lack of it) ... wellll, WELCOME :D ... for that seems to be the plan as of now...to be absurd, mundane and a bit profane . . . bitch! (Ok that was more for effect)

Absurdity, mundanity(if there's a word as that) and profanity (well, that is a word) are three different types of interesting experiences that we come across everyday. Whether we choose to ignore them or not is something of a personal choice. In every given situation, you can find their existence. Right? Wrong? Or maybe, maybe. There is always a muddle path...err, I meant a middle path.

Actually, this post seems to be leading nowhere currently and I think it may or may not depending on what one wishes to make of it. The point is there's a point even in the pointlessness of a post, if one looks at it. Right? Wrong? Or maybe, maybe. You get the drift.

"Cogito ergo sum" ... aeons ago some wiseguy remarked and established his intellectual supremacy over his peers and is still quoted by pretentious poops to present their primordial primacy over a primarily phoolish pubic (oops! I meant public ) to prove how profoundly incandescent is their inherent intellectual culpability ... err, capability (some keybored this and some spelling-meister me). So, coming back to the thing I started out with ... I think the sentences and lines preceding the sentence being read currently by you were what talked about absurdity, mundanity and profanity, well, congrats you sorta just read a really good (?) example of exactly how absurd, mundane and profane can all be seemingly threaded together and brought into an apparently profound profundity of expression in a rather long winded sentence aimed at expressing a confused blogger's unthought and incoherent ramblings which he could easily have expressed in a single, simple and short sentence such as, "Life is a skewed concept", OR, could he have actually said so, without digressing the way he's done just now. Go figure !

Now that I made a point without actually meaning to, I'll digress back to the original digression. I think therefore I am, is where all these intellectual masturbations started. And the collective orgasmic delight of the bourgeoisie in having found an intellectual way of ooh-aahing their way to proving their intellectual and moral dominance led to the establishment of a class struggle that is still being played out in the discussion rooms and coffee houses of the whole world ... and which ultimately led to a situation where in the intellectual proletariat had to muster their scarce resources and resort to their own mind-numbing intellectual sports to collectively give out satisfied grunts of deeply felt satisfaction at having finally gotten their share of the peoples' brain-pie. I don't think that made sense to you, my dear reader. But then, that's precisely the point, you nitwits. Bet you, you didn't get the previous statement either.

Point is, that people love to make a point whether there is a need for one or not. They just have to make a point. And usually, the point ends with an exclamation mark like this!

So there!